Amelie DaVinci never expected to be stolen from the altar. One moment, she was walking down the aisle. The next, her stepbrothers stormed in, guns drawn, tearing her from the life she never wanted. Luca, the cold and ruthless leader, plays mind games that blur the line between cruelty and seduction. Matteo teases her with whispered promises of pleasure and pain. And Nico, the silent one. As a mafia war ignites and betrayals cut deep, Amelie faces an impossible choice—fight back or surrender to the dark temptation of the men who refuse to let her go. Escape is impossible. Betrayal is inevitable. And surrendering to the darkness might be her only way to survive. Amelie knew she shouldn’t be anywhere near them. But here she was, trapped between Luca and Matteo, with Nico watching from the armchair. Matteo’s fingers brushed against her waist. “You know,” he murmured, “you keep running, but you always end up right back here. With us.” Amelie swallowed hard. “This is a mistake.” Luca hummed in amusement. “Then why haven’t you stopped us?” His fingers wrapped around a loose strand of her hair, tugging lightly. “Or better yet, why haven’t you stopped yourself?” She shivered. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, but it lacked conviction. Nico finally moved, his gaze locking on hers. “Then walk away,” he said. “If that’s what you really want.” Amelie’s breath hitched. Her body betrayed her, leaning slightly into Luca’s touch, into Matteo’s warmth. Matteo tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “That’s what I thought.” His lips hovered over hers. “We’re not the ones keeping you here, Amelie. You are.” This was dangerous. It was reckless. But she knew she was already theirs.
View More_Amelie’s POV_I stormed into my room, my breath coming out in uneven gasps. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I paced, my mind a mess of frustration and something far worse—something I didn’t want to name.I didn't understand why I was affected this way.Heat coiled low in my stomach, an unbearable ache that refused to be ignored. I was furious. Furious at Matteo. Furious at myself. Furious at the way my body betrayed me.I hated this man so much and yet I got turned on by him? I was affected by the sight of him touching another woman.I couldn't believe it. Why had I stayed? Why had I watched it?I should have looked away. Should have left the room the moment his hands had disappeared under that woman’s dress. But I hadn’t. And now I was suffering the consequences.I hated the way the image replayed itself in my head. Hated how each time I closed my eyes, the image was burned into the back of my mind. The look on her face, her moans, how flushed her skin was. I swallow
Amelie’s POVI don't know how long I was expected to do this. How long I was meant to sit right next to them ehiketgey did whatever they wanted.I wanted to move out from the bed but Matteo’s fibgetsclampeddosm on my thighs, keeping me in place.I held my breath as he took another slow sip from the glass, his lips barely grazing the rim. He had no reason to be sipping wine while he had another woman with him, but I could guess he only wanted to torture me.His eyes never left mine, and the smirk on his face only deepened when I quickly lowered my gaze, my fingers tightening around the glass to hide their tremble.He was enjoying this.The woman shifted against him, the silk hanging down her shoulder, Clinging to her curves as she pressed herself closer. Her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping at the open buttons of his shirt before she dipped her head to kiss along the scars peeking out.I swallowed hard.I couldn't explain how this affected me. Matteo let out a satisfied hum,
Amelie’s POVI didn’t move from the floor.Because they hadn't asked me to move, I wasn't given permission to push up from where I was.Not even when the door shut behind them.I stayed in the same position, waiting for some reason.Not even when the silence stretched on, pressing against my ribs, suffocating.I should have felt relief.I didn’t.Because I knew.This wasn’t over.I couldn't feel relief when Luca could walk into this room and any moment and punish me. Luca’s patience was a promise, a threat wrapped in silk, but Matteo? Matteo was different. Hot-blooded. Impulsive. He wouldn’t wait for his revenge—he’d take it the moment he wanted to.And he did.I don't know for how long I stayed awake because before I knew it the sun had gone up once again, seeping into my room. And when the door swung open again, Matteo was there.A wicked smirk played on his lips, but his eyes burned with something darker. Something dangerous.I don't know if he remembered our conversation from la
_Amelie’s POV_Something cold spread through me.Matteo—hotheaded, reckless, brash—I could understand. His anger was raw, something I could face head-on.But Luca? Luca was in control. Luca was patient.And patience was worse.Way way worse. Matteo didn't think things through before he did anything, so his actions wouldn't be as painful as when Luca did.My breathing felt too loud in the silence that followed. I braced myself for more pain, for another blow, for something—anything.But Luca doesn’t move.Neither does Nico. None of them does anything other than stare at me.They just let me kneel.Let the seconds drag.They let my thoughts turn against me, let the anticipation strangle me more than their hands ever could.I didn't know what would happen next, what they had planned. And I waited.I dug my nails into my palms, forcing myself to stay still. I won’t break. I won’t—“This is how it’s going to be now,” Luca murmured, crouching down in front of me. His hand curled under my
_Amelie’s POV_I couldn’t sleep after Matteo left my room. Each time I closed my eyes, I was filled with the image of the scars on his skin. It had been burnt into my mind, the ugly twisted skin that I had caused.The door slammed open once again that night and I jolted, eyes moving to the door. Which could it be? It definitely wasn't Matteo, was it? He wouldn't come back here for anything. Our conversation left me shaken and I was too shaken to have another one tonight.I barely had time to react before Luca stepped in, his movements unhurried, calculated. Luca?Behind him, Nico lingered in the shadows, silent as ever. Don't these men ever sleep? First, it was Matteo banging into my room half drunk, and now Luca and Nico casually waltzing in.I knew the next day was going to be hell for me, but I had expected them to let me sleep. I wanted to voice out my displeasure, but I didn’t want my face on Luca’s shoes once more and so I kept my mouth shut.I was supposed to be a hosta
_Amelie’s POV_I couldn’t look away.Even though I wanted to. Everyone thought my every being begged for me to peel my eyes away from his body and look elsewhere. My eyes were fixed on his body.The scars were horrific. They twisted across Matteo’s body, ugly, raw, permanent.Nothing was going to fix scars that looked like these. I wouldn't even wish this kind of thing on my worst enemy.And I knew exactly how they got there.I had caused them.My actions had.A lump formed in my throat as memories came rushing back. The smoke, the heat, the way the flames had swallowed everything in their path. The way I had stood there, watching.It wasn't like I had a choice. Father didn't give me an option to refuse. I clenched my jaw. No. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not like this.Matteo’s eyes darkened. “Say something.”I swallowed hard. “I…”I couldn’t.Because no excuse would be enough. I couldn't think of anything that would make them pardon what I had done. And I didn’t think Luca
_Amelie’s POV_I stirred at the sound of my door creaking open.My body tensed before my mind fully woke up. Someone was in my room.It had taken me so long to fall asleep and when I finally did, someone decided to sneak into my room. My body didn’t hurt as bad as it used to, so I was able to move without much pain.I sucked in a breath, my fingers inching toward the lamp beside my bed.If I can grab it before they get too close, I’d be able to defend myself.Hopefully, I will be able to knock the person out before anything happens.The moment my fingers wrapped around the lamb, a voice cut through the dark.“Don’t.”I froze, unable to believe it. Matteo.What was he doing to her? Especially so late at night?The thought of getting raped by him crossed my mind and I panicked. A part of me wanted to believe that Matteo wasn't going to do that, but I didn't know what to think.Even in the darkness, I could sense him—his presence filled the room, thick with something I couldn’t place.
_Amelie’s POV_I walked into the casino, Matteo right behind me. I didn’t think we would be going to a fucking casino, especially not with me dressed like this. This was one of the popular Casino here in Italy, and it was frequently visited by my father. Luca asked me to come here… I didn’t know what he had planned. The air was thick with cigar smoke and low conversations. People betting and and trying to swindle each other. A few weeks ago I was sitting on one of these chairs, and now…The moment I was led into the room, all eyes were on me.Felt as if everyone had stopped what they were doing, staring right straight at me.I felt them rake over my body, lingering too long, drinking in my shame.I wanted to wrap my arms around my body, to at least provide a little bit of shield to myself. But Matteo had specifically warned me about this in the car. He had said that my punishment would be worse if I even tried to shield my body.He had looked me dead in the eyes, telling me no
_Amelie’s POV_I had been waiting for my punishment all through the day, I didn't know when I had fallen asleep on the floor.Luca never took so long to punish me and for some reason, this made me feel so frightened.A sharp kick to my side jolted me awake, and my eyes were barely able to open. Pain flared through my body, and I barely stifled a groan.I tried to push myself up, but it felt like there was a boulder pressed on my back. My cheek was still pressed against the cold floor, my limbs heavy and unresponsive.Whoever it was didn't even wait a minute before I was kicked once again.“Get up,” he growled.Matteo’s voice was as cold as the marble beneath me.I blinked against the dim light filtering through the room, my body screaming in protest as I tried to move. The bruises on my body from my last punishment made even the smallest shift unbearable.Another sharp kick landed against my thigh, sending a fresh wave of pain through me.“I said, get up.” He hissed, poking me with
_Amelie’s POV_To every bride, the day of her wedding was meant to be the happiest day of her life. Filled with joy and any other thing that classifies as ‘happy’. It was meant to be the best thing that has ever happened in her life.But not me. Of course not me. The gods forbid that Amelie DaVinci be happy even though it was for a day.Today would forever be the worst day of my life. And as I sat on the floor with my hands tied behind me and my mouth gagged, I tried to understand what led me here._A few hours ago_“But Papa I don't want to get married,” I complained to my fifty-five years old father, hoping to speak some sense into him.I had heard from the maids that I would be getting married today and I immediately rushed to him to confirm.Imagine that, not hearing from your own father who had set it up but from the maids who were ordered whispering about it in excitement.I had just turned twenty, the last thing I needed was to get married.“Amelie, we have talked about this,”...
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